This Can't Be Good

There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank

My old pickup speakers are cranking out alot of Hank

That's the sheriff's daughter dancin' on my hood

With an empty bottle this can't be good.

There's an unwritten law in this sleepy little town

There ain't no drinkin on the river when the sun goes down

Think I see the blue lights comin' through the woods

It's the sheriff and his posse, this can't be good

Everybody is runnin' like the end of the world is comin'

With a Buffard T kinda law man closin' in

She just keeps on rockin guess i better do some talkin

She's too dumb to run n' i'm too drunk to swim

This can't be good, this can't be good, this can't be good

Aww stay tuned...

This ol' haybarn's full of last years grass

I got a whole tin can full of campfire gas

There's a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood

And when it all comes together it can't be good

Everybody is runnin like the end of the world was comin

With a wildfire burnin' like a freight train outta control

She just keeps on rockin', babe there ain't no time for talking

Throw her over my shoulder run with everything I can

Hold on babe looks like were jumpin' in...

Now you know, when we get to the other side, were gonna have to take all

These wet clothes off, and hang out awhile... you know, this could be good.

Yea!